Crossfire

I'mma get a little bit of sunshine

You can keep your head inside that newsline

I predict the future like a diviner

Everyone's a slave until they know why

I'mma get a little bit of fresh air

You keep blowing stream through that timeline

I can tell you feel a little scared man

No one ever cries for a sick mind

Long range vision makes a fool wise

Seeing everything through the birds eye

Comes from heavy lifting with a calm mind

Feet still planted down in the crossfire

People choose a lot but they don't choose this

Eighty five years to escape it

No one ever comes back alive from

The trap they set for us at the bottom